A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

Sorting Things Out

*Marzia*

Felix points to the suitcase with flowers printed on them and he asks me whether it is okay to open it. I shrug with a smile. he opens the suitcase and takes out my clothes with a smile on his face. i walk to the table to drink some water when i hear a loud scream. i run towards him and see him holding a table lamp. 

'its...beautiful.' he stammers. 'is it for us?'

'Yeah..it is.' i grin. 'my mom mustve bought it for me.

i miss my family so much. i miss my mom, dad, Davide,and Daizo...

Daizo

i havent told her about my moving in and i didnt even say my goodbyes to her.

I feel so bad that tears start welling up in my eyes. how could i do this to her?

*Felix* 

I open the wrappers of the package in Marzia's suitcase and i see a really beautiful lamp. i screech in manliness. this is totally coming to our bedside table. Marzia runs towards me as if i got hurt. when i tell her about the lamp, she rolls her eyes and smiles. she then stands there and doesnt respond to my calls. she drops to her knees and starts crying. 

I immediately take to her side and sit, making her lean on my knee while i hold her tight.

'Hey, feeling homesick already? Dont worry, I'll take you to Italy this new year, and this time mke sure i'm invited, okay?'  I joke. She lets out a chuckle and shakes her head.

'That's not it, Felix. Its Daizo.'

I pale and stammer out an enquiry. Is Daizo okay?

'No...She's okay....she.... I havent told her about the whole moving in thing. Its so unfair for her, you know, shes the one who brought us together and I havent told her that i'm not living in Italy anymore, what will she even think of me?' she sobbed.

I sigh quietly. Why do I always assume the worst?

I look at her pitifully. Then I get an idea. 
I get up and carry her, bridal style, making her giggle once again.
I take her to our bedroom, and throw her on the bed playfully. I watch her as her body jumps on the springs of the mattress.
'What was that for?' She asked.

'I have a plan, and you are going to like it. '
'But when?'
'Tomorrow. Genius Pewds is sleepy.'
She lets out a groan of mock frustration and hits her head on the pillow. Minutes later, her breath slows down more and more and she is soon in deep sleep.
I kiss her on the forehead and I swear I saw her smirk in her sleep. I pull the sheets over her and I kiss her forehead.
'Goodnight Princess.'